Wednesday, November 26, 2008
huhu.. mix feeling..happy, tired, jammed, sad.. hahahahha .. but i'm totally tired!
after 3 years struggling in dip in science.. finally i made it! hehe.. i have promised in myself that i want to do well in my epc's degree.. =)
by= khadijah aminah bt md yusoff
Friday, November 14, 2008
And trying to hide the pain
I'm going to the place where love
and feeling good don't ever cost a thing,
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain
I'm going home
to the place where I belong
where your love has always been enough for me
I'm running from you know I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home
The miles are getting longer it seems
The closer I get to you.... babe
I've not always been the best man and friend for you
But your love remains true and I don't know why
You always seem to give me another try
I'm going home
To the place where I belong
Where your love has always been good enough for me
I'm running from you know I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
But these places and these faces are getting old
Be careful what you wish for
cause you just might get it all
you just might get it all and then some you dont want
be careful what you wish for cause you just might get it all
You just might get it all
I'm going home
to the place where I belong
Where your love has always been enough for me
And I'm running from.. you know I think you got me all wrong
I don't regret this life I chose for me
' But these places and these faces are getting old
But these places and these faces are getting old
I'm going home
I'm going home
to all my friends...it has been a wonderful semester with you...this is the best thing ever happened...see you for the next semester...happy and healthy!! to all kakak2 n abang2 in my class, congrats on your convo (^^)...see you around!!!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
They're Made out of Meat
"They're made out of meat." "Meat?" "Meat. They're made out of meat." "Meat?" "There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They're completely meat." "That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?" "They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines." "So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact." "They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines." "That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat." "I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they're made out of meat." "Maybe they're like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage." "Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take long. Do you have any idea what's the life span of meat?" "Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside." "Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through." "No brain?" "Oh, there's a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat! That's what I've been trying to tell you." "So ... what does the thinking?" "You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with what I'm telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat." "Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!" "Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?" "Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat." "Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years." "Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?" "First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual."
< 2 >
"We're supposed to talk to meat." "That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.' That sort of thing." "They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?" "Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat." "I thought you just told me they used radio." "They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat." "Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?" "Officially or unofficially?" "Both." "Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing." "I was hoping you would say that." "It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?" "I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say? 'Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?" "Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact." "So we just pretend there's no one home in the Universe." "That's it." "Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You're sure they won't remember?" "They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them." "A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream." "And we marked the entire sector unoccupied." "Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?" "Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again." "They always come around." "And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone ..."
Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Death By Scrabble or Tile M For Murder
It's a hot day and I hate my wife. We're playing Scrabble. That's how bad it is. I'm 42 years old, it's a blistering hot Sunday afternoon and all I can think of to do with my life is to play Scrabble. I should be out, doing exercise, spending money, meeting people. I don't think I've spoken to anyone except my wife since Thursday morning. On Thursday morning I spoke to the milkman. My letters are crap. I play, appropriately, BEGIN. With the N on the little pink star. Twenty-two points. I watch my wife's smug expression as she rearranges her letters. Clack, clack, clack. I hate her. If she wasn't around, I'd be doing something interesting right now. I'd be climbing Mount Kilimanjaro. I'd be starring in the latest Hollywood blockbuster. I'd be sailing the Vendee Globe on a 60-foot clipper called the New Horizons - I don't know, but I'd be doing something. She plays JINXED, with the J on a double-letter score. 30 points. She's beating me already. Maybe I should kill her. If only I had a D, then I could play MURDER. That would be a sign. That would be permission. I start chewing on my U. It's a bad habit, I know. All the letters are frayed. I play WARMER for 22 points, mainly so I can keep chewing on my U. As I'm picking new letters from the bag, I find myself thinking - the letters will tell me what to do. If they spell out KILL, or STAB, or her name, or anything, I'll do it right now. I'll finish her off. My rack spells MIHZPA. Plus the U in my mouth. Damn. The heat of the sun is pushing at me through the window. I can hear buzzing insects outside. I hope they're not bees. My cousin Harold swallowed a bee when he was nine, his throat swelled up and he died. I hope that if they are bees, they fly into my wife's throat. She plays SWEATIER, using all her letters. 24 points plus a 50 point bonus. If it wasn't too hot to move I would strangle her right now. I am getting sweatier. It needs to rain, to clear the air. As soon as that thought crosses my mind, I find a good word. HUMID on a double-word score, using the D of JINXED. The U makes a little splash of saliva when I put it down. Another 22 points. I hope she has lousy letters.
< 2 >
She tells me she has lousy letters. For some reason, I hate her more. She plays FAN, with the F on a double-letter, and gets up to fill the kettle and turn on the air conditioning. It's the hottest day for ten years and my wife is turning on the kettle. This is why I hate my wife. I play ZAPS, with the Z doubled, and she gets a static shock off the air conditioning unit. I find this remarkably satisfying. She sits back down with a heavy sigh and starts fiddling with her letters again. Clack clack. Clack clack. I feel a terrible rage build up inside me. Some inner poison slowly spreading through my limbs, and when it gets to my fingertips I am going to jump out of my chair, spilling the Scrabble tiles over the floor, and I am going to start hitting her again and again and again. The rage gets to my fingertips and passes. My heart is beating. I'm sweating. I think my face actually twitches. Then I sigh, deeply, and sit back into my chair. The kettle starts whistling. As the whistle builds it makes me feel hotter. She plays READY on a double-word for 18 points, then goes to pour herself a cup of tea. No I do not want one. I steal a blank tile from the letter bag when she's not looking, and throw back a V from my rack. She gives me a suspicious look. She sits back down with her cup of tea, making a cup-ring on the table, as I play an 8-letter word: CHEATING, using the A of READY. 64 points, including the 50-point bonus, which means I'm beating her now. She asks me if I cheated. I really, really hate her. She plays IGNORE on the triple-word for 21 points. The score is 153 to her, 155 to me. The steam rising from her cup of tea makes me feel hotter. I try to make murderous words with the letters on my rack, but the best I can do is SLEEP. My wife sleeps all the time. She slept through an argument our next-door neighbours had that resulted in a broken door, a smashed TV and a Teletubby Lala doll with all the stuffing coming out. And then she bitched at me for being moody the next day from lack of sleep.
< 3 >
If only there was some way for me to get rid of her. I spot a chance to use all my letters. EXPLODES, using the X of JINXED. 72 points. That'll show her. As I put the last letter down, there is a deafening bang and the air conditioning unit fails. My heart is racing, but not from the shock of the bang. I don't believe it - but it can't be a coincidence. The letters made it happen. I played the word EXPLODES, and it happened - the air conditioning unit exploded. And before, I played the word CHEATING when I cheated. And ZAP when my wife got the electric shock. The words are coming true. The letters are choosing their future. The whole game is - JINXED. My wife plays SIGN, with the N on a triple-letter, for 10 points. I have to test this. I have to play something and see if it happens. Something unlikely, to prove that the letters are making it happen. My rack is ABQYFWE. That doesn't leave me with a lot of options. I start frantically chewing on the B. I play FLY, using the L of EXPLODES. I sit back in my chair and close my eyes, waiting for the sensation of rising up from my chair. Waiting to fly. Stupid. I open my eyes, and there's a fly. An insect, buzzing around above the Scrabble board, surfing the thermals from the tepid cup of tea. That proves nothing. The fly could have been there anyway. I need to play something unambiguous. Something that cannot be misinterpreted. Something absolute and final. Something terminal. Something murderous. My wife plays CAUTION, using a blank tile for the N. 18 points. My rack is AQWEUK, plus the B in my mouth. I am awed by the power of the letters, and frustrated that I cannot wield it. Maybe I should cheat again, and pick out the letters I need to spell SLASH or SLAY. Then it hits me. The perfect word. A powerful, dangerous, terrible word. I play QUAKE for 19 points. I wonder if the strength of the quake will be proportionate to how many points it scored. I can feel the trembling energy of potential in my veins. I am commanding fate. I am manipulating destiny. My wife plays DEATH for 34 points, just as the room starts to shake. I gasp with surprise and vindication - and the B that I was chewing on gets lodged in my throat. I try to cough. My face goes red, then blue. My throat swells. I draw blood clawing at my neck. The earthquake builds to a climax. I fall to the floor. My wife just sits there, watching.
The owners for the 2008 MTV VMA moonman had been announced on the last September 6th..Sadly, Ms Spears is the big winners for the events. But despite that, the best thing is Tokio Hotel (TH) had made Germany proud by taking home the silver moonman for the best new artist categories beating Miley Cyrus and Jonas Brother down the drain (poor Disney kids). But one just can't blame the Tokio boys for being really talented can't they. Anyway, for the international music maniacs like me out there, watch out for the upcoming 2008 MTV EMA on the early month of November. There's no conformation yet that TH will make it to the final list (I'm willing to put a 10 grant bet that they will be nominated and may even won). So people, please go the EMA official website to vote. I already did. Paramore is even in the list. Anyway, coming back to the recently VMA, Paramore had put on an outstanding performance. Hayley is so 'Rock it' jumping around the stage with her yellow pants and black tops (her red flaring hair seems quite frizzy at that time). Meanwhile TH had made it to the red carpet with this big TH monster truck (there's no need to be too exaggerated boy. Luckily, you guys won so that should cover your overacting stunts). Ich Liebe Ditch TH !!!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
As I got this story from Toon, I laughed as loud as I could. I think I have done ‘laughter yoga’ inadvertently. Hahaha…here I laughed with full of emotions. Stop wondering! Let me tell you the story. It began when my housemate, Naruto went out to Giant with two other girls. Well, our sweet and delicious spoken neighbour, Girl, had sent an item of SMS to Naruto as she noticed that Naruto was at Giant at the moment. She wanted a set meal of KFC for lunch. This was Girl’s message:
“Belikan aku 1 set ayam honey ye”.
As Naruto got the message, she went to the counter and asked the KFC cashier, ordering the meal.
“Abang, may I have a set of ayam honey, please.”
“I am sorry? What is ayam honey? We don’t have such name of meal here,” replied the guy with a mountain of amusement. Actually, there was a smile on his face.
Naruto, then, called Girl steathily.
“There’s no ayam honey here. How about ordering other meals?” Naruto spoke gently in hurry. She is a very ‘straight-forward’ girl. And totally kind too.
“Oh, yang! What I meant in the SMS was ‘a set of ayam’. ‘Honey’ was referring to you! It is my style of texting an SMS. I usually address anyone with ‘honey’,” shouted Girl, together with a big laughed. There was also a few of backup singers (people who were laughing) on the phone.
“Ha?! I have misunderstood! What a shame!” She seemed like crying, blushing already.
This is a funny story happened to my housemate. She is a pure Sarawakian, so she is not so familiar with fast-food restaurant since there are not too many such things there. To be honest, via my point of view, she is a funny-looking girl and amazingly happy-go lucky person. She never makes a spectacle of herself, but normally she does accidentally. It is a consensus sagacity that Naruto is the most qualified joker of the year! -ninie-
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
“HOOOO…who lives in the pineapple under the sea?” asked THE CAPTAIN of Spongebob series in a verse of song.
The story happened while I was at the payment counter at Puncak Dining. I met Fatin and Nana from LGB 1B, they were lining up too. The story began as soon after I had finished paying my chicken rice and a slice of papaya for breaking fast. This month is Ramadhan, a month for muslims to clean their sins, hearts and souls. I don’t want to talk about people, it is considered as ‘mengumpat'. It is a big sin. But this story has to be told. Well, as I finished paying my meal, I talked to my friend, Khairah who was still queuing up to reach the counter. I chatted happily with her, issuing about the sound of fire crackers. The sounds could be heard recurrently today. What a rude noise. How rudely they dared to play ‘meriam’ while we were all busy waiting for breaking fast?
I noticed that there was a quite good looking guy lining up next to me, in front of Khairah. Never mind! I chatted with Khairah. Then a loud bang of meriam could be heard AGAIN! DOOM!!!!
“Hoooooooooooooooo!” A voice of The Captain in Spongebob series was occurred. I didn’t know where the voice came out from.
“What sound is that?” I asked myself.
I looked at the guy who stood next to me, his face turned red. I wondered how a good looking man ‘melatah’ like that.
Khairah and I acted like we did not hear anything, especially his automatic reflection. Well, poor him. He might feel ashamed if we have laughed at him. No! I am a good pretender. As he walked away and vanished himself, I sniggered heartlessly to his unbelievable automatic reflection of THE CAPTAIN in Spongebob series, my favourite cartoon. Once I arrived at my house (hostel), I told my housemates the story. They all burst out without control. Funny….-Ninie-
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
It was the most terrible journey that I have ever had, so far I guess. Going home, from Perdana Heights to Kelantan: is not a wonderful desire anymore from now onwards. I had been waiting at the bus stand in front of Block 1 since 2 p.m. exactly; till here the crawling bus came at 3 p.m.! What a flower bloomed in my heart, metaphorically!
I rushed to a single mouth of the bus and got into it successfully! Oh, dear! No seat for me, my plan went awry. I was the first person who waited for this atrocious bus, but I became someone who stood here devastatingly with two devilish heavy bags? Oh, their colourful flowers! This was not a bus, but a buzz. Then, the bus galloped arrogantly while I was weeping for a prince charming to come. I wished he came and took me on his giant pink pony, spreading it wings to blow the buzz to the Mars! What a relief…but what a fool ambitious daydream! Suddenly, a lot of reminder songs could be heard from my stomach but I intelligently kept them on the sly.
At last, the dying buzz dropped me at Giant Shah Alam. Thanks! It was a great accomplishment throughout the beginning of my journey. My neighbour, Azwan and cousin, Dina were still waiting there since…I don’t know (they are UiTM Section2 students).
We carpooled to Kuala Lumpur, since my cousin and I would take our bus at Putra Station, opposite to The Mall, at night. Actually, my tummy was waltzing gracefully along the Federal Highway. Then, we just went straight to The Mall and had some meals. I did not put my infatuation on my food! But I should rather eat my own foot! My neighbour’s friend, Hidayat bought a plate of kuih. He, a passive boy actually, asked the left three of us to name the kuih. I said confidently, “Cucur!”. He smiled. Dina guessed, “Jemput-jemput”. Then, the last word came out from Azwan’s mouth, “Cucur pisang”. Hidayat giggled. Well, the endemic kuih was surely not giving us any clue to guess. The shape was like a ball and golden in colour. So, he told that the kuih is goreng pisang. What a flower! Don’t you dare to ask us how the taste was! We prefer to be shot by an ayatollah in Iran, rather than giving you the answer! Oh, God! Forgive whoever person that made this unique goreng pisang please! Keep him or her in heaven, even though this goreng pisang tastes like the food in hell. Amin…….
Azwan and Hidayat left my cousin, Dina and I, as they have done their job of taking me here. We have nothing to do but wandering around this shopping complex. We dropped by all the departments and shops. I bought a DVD, ‘My Fair Lady’ at Speedy. Then, we went to Hang Tuah Street, at the highest level of The Mall. The place is exactly like Melaka streets. We enjoyed reading books at an old used book shop. Later, Dina’s younger brother, Akram (UPNM student) came to accompany us half a day long as he was forced to be our bodyguard. It is not proper for girls to walk alone without a man in crowd.
It was time to go. We strolled along the road, heading to Putra Station. What a hasty waiting time. Thirty minutes left to go. I could see a lot of dustmen all over the floor like a friend of cows lied on the mucky field. Horrible people! I kept watching my things cautiously via my poor eyesight. I didn’t dare to wear my beloved and broken spectacles, I would be automatically awful. This place is like a holocaust! Save me! At the moment, we were invited to get our bus by a gloomy announcement. I presume that there might be something wrong with the speaker. Why should I care?
At 9.30 p.m., my cousin and I got into a green Mutiara Express and sat peacefully in our reasonable place. Oh, my dear tiring journey! Go away! Two girls on chairs stayed mainly in their place. We fell asleep till the cold dawn air came on the next day. A beautiful song from My Fair Lady seemed to be sung by Eliza Doolittle along the journey to my hometown, Kelantan Darul Naim.
All I want is a room somewhere
Far away from the cold night air
With one enormous chair
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely?
Lots of chocolate for me to eat
Lots of coal making lots of heats
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely?
Oh, so lovely sitting
I would never budge till spring
Crept over the window sill
Someone’s head resting on my knee
Warm and tender as he can be
Who takes good care of me?
Oh, wouldn’t it be lovely?
We were all LGB 1A went to bilik seminar at level 2, together with Dr. Bern. We were having an amazing joy inside, watching a great movie ‘My Fair Lady’ which is about phonetics and pronunciation in English! We exultantly enjoyed the movie, starring by Audrey Hepburn (as Eliza Doolittle) and Rex Harrison (as Prof. Henry Higgins). It is a superlative film which enchantingly conveys the rich endowments of the famous stage production in a fresh and flowing cinematic form (Crowther, n.d). It is a fancy musical movie blended with a lot of aromatic songs to be left deeply in our mind, and even soul. I have bought one for $39.90, at The Mall Kuala Lumpur. Get one, it is useful! I wish I could be a lady who can speak English well. A moral of the story is, “even English must learn English”. This is one of dynamic songs that I have copied by heart throughout watching the movie. Cool………
Bed, bed I couldn’t go to bed
My head’s too light to try to set it down
Sleep, sleep I couldn’t sleep tonight
Not for all the jewels in the crown!
I could have danced all night
I could have danced all night
And still have begged for more
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I’ve never done before…
I’ll never know what made it so exciting
Why all at once my heart took flight
I only know when he
Began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced
reporting from puncak perdana...
today,a girl is not in a good mood after attending the 'aura' exhibition held at ptar (i wish it is roti pita...i'm hungry ) puncak perdana..a big question arouse?is the 'aura' is really helpful??or is it just a drama for people to gain extra money?a non-treated medical examiner said that this girl is facing depression,hungerness and distorted emotion ( is there any thing as that??weird...)
by the time this report is broadcast,the unlucky girl still could not find the cure...
so,for anyone outside there who feels like helping someone,please help this girl..(hopefully,she'll not asking for money..)
me,miss anonymous reporting from puncak to puncak..
stop!!! think positive, i can still try my best in the other two parts of the presentation that will be held later...all of us can still adjust or add up and touch up a little bit here and a little bit there to make our presentation to be better, or to be the best..!
so, cheer up everyone, let's try our best in everything that we do, and may all our efforts will turn into glory in the future...
- laughter is the best medicine-
(so, please always laugh, it helps to relax our body and mind!
so, keep laughing okay??like this cute little toddler is doing.... hahahahihihihohoho...!)
Sunday, August 24, 2008
midterm holiday has been a wonderful holiday for us isn't it?? it's hard for me to return to puncak perdana after spending a week at home...hehe:) how do you guys feel? is there any interesting event occur on your holiday?? share it with me..
Thursday, August 21, 2008
the feast was held on 16 august..i departed from shah alam around 12 midnight and i arrived here in alor star at 7 in the morning...straight away went to my mum's place and got changed..and at 11,the first guest arrived...as this place is a place where i grew up,i am familiar with the place...the feast ended around 4.00 pm..it was a very tiring day as i didn't get enough rest the day before...the theme colour is also green..maybe our theme for 'hari raya' is also green..
once again i forgot to bring the pictures along...
so,sorry guys..next time i should put a reminder about that..
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, punks and emos, hip hopers and rockers, the moment that you have been waiting for had finally arrived. IT'S THE 25th 2008 MTV VIDEOS MUSIC AWARDS (VMA). This year VMA will be held at the legendary Paramount Pictures Studios in Hollywood on the September 7th. The 'sacred' event will be hosted by a British comedian named Russell Brand ( I honestly didn't know this man, oh well). VMA 2008 is going to be a blast, and you know why? Simply because Tokio Hotel (TH) had been nominated in 2 category for The best pop video and The best new artist. For the best pop video TH with 'Ready,set go!' will be against big names such the Jonas Brothers (the trio brothers with the flashing colors of their hideous skinny jeans), Britney Spears (the girl who went around without wearing underwear and had shaves her hair bold so that she can wears wigs) and Panic at the Disco ( who had deliver the most outstanding performance at the recently MTV 2008 Asia Awards). And as for the best new artist category, TH will be against Miley Cyrus ( the biggest hypocrite ever alive), Katy Perry (whatever), Jordin Sparks (weird, cause I don't see any sparks in her), and Taylor Swift (a country singer). The Jonas Brothers and Lil' Wayne had confirmed to be performing live at the event. Arghhhh! If only the TH will be performing along too. The TH boys humbly said that they do not put any high hopes in winning. "To be nominated is already good enough for us. VMA is the next biggest events after the MTV Europe Music Awards (which they won for the best international artist beating out MCR), so we just excited to be there" said Tom the bands guitarist. What are the band looking forward to at the VMA? "I would like to meet Rihanna cause she's so sexy" Bill the band frontman said. Oh c'mon Bill, I'm more sexier than Rihanna and her stupid Umbrella, why can't you see that? Anyway, to wrap things up, the biggest question here, who is going to walk away with the Moonman trophy in their hands? Will it be the world's richest and most famous teenage girl, or a bunch of hot German rockers who can't even spell Tokyo? Watch out for it...
Written by The Demolition Lovers, Ravern Ava Vermount
Hi there everyone!! how's your holidays? I hope it turn out great. Mine was awesome!! I went to shopping a few days ago and bought My Chemical Romance DVD " The Black Parade Is Dead". It was the 2nd DVD from the band after "Life on The Murder Scene". It's one of the must have items for a die hard fans of MCR like me.lol. Kinda sad that 'the black parade' is no longer exist. I heard that the NJ guys are working on their fourth album which is likely to be release end of this year. I just hope it's going to follow the success of their sophomore album 'Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge' and may even come up which a much more interesting concept than 'Revenge' ,'Death' or 'World War 2'. I personally think that the concept of the Romans and Greeks mythology is interesting. Or maybe 'Vampires and Werewolves' or perhaps 'Halloween'. Whatever it is I'm sure going to be the first one inline at stores to buy their CD. I also saw an unofficial biography books of the band written by a person named Mona Gail (I think Mona is the person who create the The Black Parade costume along with Gerard) and plus "The Umbrella Academy" comics books that was inspired by the band frontman Gerard Way at Kinokuniya KLCC. I'm going to get my hand on that stuffs soon once I get enough notes in my pockets. Phew!! Can the holiday get any better than this? MCR rules and Goth is here to stay!!
From the Tormented Souls 'Ravern Ava Vermount'
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Pictures will be coming soon! -ninie-
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Is anyone feel the same like i feel?
when my stomach is empty so i don't have any idea to blog here
hahaha because my brain cannot work properly.. -Khadijah-
is that's true ninie???hahaha...i used to enter the opposite toilet too..it's happen when i was in form 1. i was in smakl..so, we had assembly that morning..well, u know i got this morning business..directly after the assembly, i went to the toilet..it was at the ground floor..i always have this habbit that i should read the sign at the door b4 enter it..so i tried to read it,read again, and again..i felt that it is so difficult for me to understand bcoz it was in arabic..hahaha...well, i'm a new student. Not realy understand all the arabic word.even toilet in arabic also i didn't know..what a shame..hahaha.so i just go in and said to myself.." tawakkal jelah". after that i go out and, suddently my PKHEM was in front of me.wif a confius face he read again the sign. and at that moment i know that i already get into the wrong toilet..hahaha..he just smile at me and wif all the shame, i went straightly to class. i told that embarassing story to my friends.they all laughfing at me.u know what they said??" Nevermind fidzah, u can just remembered it as ur sweetest or bitter memories in school"...it's an embarrasing moment in my life..but though it's still memories..so, ninie, we shared the same embarrasing moments..hahaha...bless u..
often, when i felt really hungry i walk towards the cafe with high hope
but when i arrive at the cafe.. lor.. there are actually so many choices..but non looks appealing. wuu..
thumbs down, as kak thirah has rated it
so please, if u read this, cook nicer meal for us. so that we dont have to hunt for food outside :)
Stay The Same ( Joe McIntyre )
Don't you ever wish you were someone else,
You were meant to be the way you are exactly.
Don't you ever say you don't like the way you are.
When you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far.
And I hope you always stay the same,
cuz there's nothin' 'bout you I would change.
I think that you could be whatever you wanted to beIf you could realize,
all the dreams you have inside.
Don't be afraid if you've got something to say,
Just open up your heart and let it show you the way.
Believe in yourself.Reach down inside.
The love you find will set you free.
Believe in yourself, you will come alive.
Have faith in what you do.
You'll make it through.
Climb your great mountain! there is a goal on the top of it!
if you love Mariah Kari's song...I love Mariah Sup's song...
just kidding! i love to listen to 'FIGHTING FOR FIVE'....it is a theme song for smallville series (SUPERMAN)
I AM MORE THAN A BIRD
I AM MORE THAN BLACKSHEEP
I AM THAN SOME PRETTY FACES BESIDE THE TRAIN
IT IS NOT EASY TO BE ME........
it is not easy to be who you/we are now, right?
well,i agree with you without knowing whoever you are. Buddy, we are sailing on the same ship. We all face the barriers and feel the pain together. Wave is not as hard as we think....sometimes, the pain will be considered as devotion. I respect your decision....hence, be yourself! it is not neccessary for us to be another. but like I said earlier, let it be that way. God knows best...am I right? Whoever you are supposed to be, just go on through the right path. We are always there for you as a family member. Sharing is caring....... Frankly speaking, life is not as easy as ABC. (even ABC is hard when we say A-Z backwards!) Like my mother says whenever i feel sad, ''LET GONE BE BY GONE''. Therefore, living in a healthy mind of thinking is the best treatment for us! Well done....."together we united, divided we weak".......cool......ninie
Monday, August 4, 2008
i never express my feeling through speech or talk....only writing can make me feel better...sorry if not a good talker...I'm just a typical shy person...
friends, teachers/lecturers are where learn everything we know... if they scold us or making jokes on us,there something that wrong with us.. they likes father and mother to us..
"care and protect" is what father and mother will do... they will not anything that will make us sad............
"Cant take that away" from Mariah Carey...i likes this song...
when i was in trouble. I felt so down and just wanted to keep distances form all of my family and friends. suddenly I realized that I was so lonely in this life. But when I listened to this song, i feel sorry for myself.I thought about people who suffers the same like me. I am still in trouble but I know that I will be alive and They can't take away my pride! forget what other people said...just be what you are... forget people saying you are weird or abnormal...proud of yourself..in this world,there is one YOU only..........................
Friday, August 1, 2008
- Ravern Ava Vermount (the vain Dhampyr) -
How can a hangman hang another man
by a ponytail of my pony tail?
to book a handbook by his hand.
Amaal Fadhlini Mohamed
(I’m glad to be called NINIE among friends. Amaal is too formal and I’m not alert with that name since it’s my twin sister’s name AMAAL FARHANA)
Guten Tag!! I tried to attach along an audio songs of TH with my previous message but fail due the system that seem refuse to work along with me. Talking about technologies nowadays, they can be pretty quite annoying sometimes. Oh well, I won't let them take the best of me. You guys here are pretty much bunch of smart people, I'm sure you guys can check this TH band out at youtube. I have tons of homework that seem to yell at me to get them finished. You know what i mean. As a students, we just can't live without homework, can't we. Anyway, I'm off to bed know. I think I have enough blogging for now. Itch Liebe Ditch each and everyone of you LG220 students. Untill next time, farewell earthlings !! p/s : My name is Noza also known as....
- Ravern Ava Vermount (the chosen Morpire) -
OMG!! It's a plane, it's a bird, no it's Mtv 2008 Asia Awards. The sacred event is finally been held here in our lovely country Malaysia (last year it was held at Thailand). As a music lover I'm really excited about it especially when the hot Jared Leto will be hosting it. Sad thing is that Tokio Hotel (TH) is not nominated in any of the categories available. But not to worry as TH will be fighting for a nomination in the coming Mtv 2008 Vidoes Music Award (I'm still not sure where it will be held). So people make sure you cast your vote for them. I'm a huge fan of this German band. I've got their songs as my caller ringtone, their band logo as my handphone wallpaper and the handsome face of their frontman as my notebook wallpaper. Nelly Furtado quote that "TH is the new generation of music. Its amazing how they blend their music and made it this far at such a young age". Let the sound of TH scream their way to your heart !!!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I've only got the chance to get online to blog now( I never blog before in my entire life before), since there were so many activities to get into such as the parade (not like the Macy's Day Parade..haha) at the stadium located at the main campus, we were the first contingent to begin marching all the way across the stadium...that was also a new experience for me....so i guess it's kind a weird at first (this blog thing), i'm sort of a computer geek (if that's the right word to describe it, or nerd)...no no, don't use harsh words, as Dr Bern told the class about the use of the word 'damn' in your daily lives...
so many to write, yet so little time...well, this is a big leap for me,since it is a new thing,...
well, it's almost time for the "pusat it' to be closed, so, till next time, tata!!!
why not good,gooder,goodest?"
"if the plural of foot is feet,
why not wood is weed?"
bus stand,bus stood?"
"if sailor sail,
did tailor tail?"
"nobody wants to be a bat,neither a batman"
"if i put my hand out to hand in the handout,where is my hand now?
answer = ???? "
"you don't need a ship to have a friend,
but you need a friend to make a ship "
"it's weird but that is how English goes "
thanks to all my creative friends in group a for giving me materials to share with others in this blog...mmmuah,thanks guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
but it's okay.... i am proud to have you all from LGB 1A in Puncak Perdana...you are all my incentive friends! well, I am not an impeccable person...show me the right path to fetch up the EPC aims.
Dear EPC friends (especially LGB 1A),
do help each other to deduce ourselves. Let's just exert our knowledge power to make something happen so that we can assimilate our new course here! English For Professional Communication....
He3...back to the point! It is popular belief that it is great to be young. My older friends keep reminding me that this is the best time of my life. They urge me to enjoy what they describe as my ‘honeymoon’ days. I can think of several reasons why people consider campus life as the best time of our lives.
To start with, we have a lot of friends in our campus. It is hard to be lonely when we are surrounded by so many people. There is always someone to do things with, such as studying, doing assignment, playing games and outing as well. I suppose this situation of having company all the time will not happen again when we have graduated.
Furthermore, I find my life here is not restrictive; comparing to my previous schooldays. There are not too many rules to follow. I am sorry to say this; I am not an obedient person but I manage to survive in a campus peacefully. We can say that students have a major problem with punctuality. We will discover that some lecturers are too authoritative. But in my schooldays, the rules are strictly followed and surely I got into trouble often.
The next pleasure is undergraduates have only a few responsibilities. All our needs are guaranteed by our loans or scholarships. There is delicious food provided in three dining halls, daily credits of dining card and even some luxuries like washing machines.
To our lucky, here, some lectures spoil us with notes and we do not even have to think very hard as they are so anxious to help us pass our examination.
In spite of all this, I am not sure my campus life is the best days of my world. I am not that happy and I think you can guess of a main reason for my unhappiness.
The only reason is, I hate stress of doing assignments and having tests. There are too many of them in the Malaysian education system. We ourselves have already been through a mountain of tasks and will seat for another final examination at the end of the semester. Moreover, some of us have weekly tests and homework. Therefore, campus life brings tiredness itself.
I hope that the best time of my life is yet to come. I think the best moment will be when I have gone through all the semesters. Frankly speaking, it is unnecessary to work and be financially independent while we are still studying. Let our parents or PTPTN to look after us. Only then will we have the special part of our life. Cool….I love Puncak! (actually I miss Melaka much!)
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
my brother,kapten dr muzammil is marrying a cheras girl named dr wafaak.both are ex-usm medical student and believe me she is my brother's first love..kind of senior and junior stuff..they were 'akad nikah' on 12 july and i wasn't around.. :( i was crying that morning..someone has taken my brother away...but then i realised,someone is going to take me away too..hope so...
on the 19 of july,i skipped the induction programme just to be with him...as he only has 2 sisters,so he decided to take us from our place,my sister from uniten bangi and me from puncak perdana..it was a tiring evening for him as he needed to settle many things but he managed to pick us,just to ensure that we are around during his 'kenduri'...
the feast started around 11 o'clock..at that time,only the relatives and his close friends were allowed to be in the hall..before i forgot,the ceremony was held at dewan merak,felda...it is my mother's work place..
most of the guests arrived around 12 noon..
then at 1.30,the real ceremony began..the bride and the bridegroom,in their white dress,walking into the hall..they were accompanied by two bagpipe players and 6 members from the military team...the couple also did a routine which always being done when you marry an army called 'berjalan di bawah pedang'...this is the most beautiful wedding i've ever seen..everyone stooped eating and the surrounding is very quiet as every eyes were looking at the couple..
the feast ended around 5.00 pm...
i fell glad that i can share this with all my friends out there...
sir,i'm reporting out sir!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
here im goin to share my experience in puncak perdana!
my first week here is amazing..my house mates do helped me a lot..
apis,lat,piki,shuk lala,arik,dino and syazwan were my greatest friend here..
we love to play street soccer in the evening..watch movies together...and every weekend..
we loves karaoke!! yeah!!
thats all..love to write next time!
Monday, July 21, 2008
we'd done lots of activities AND the most torturing one is definitely THE explorace. searching for the exco's that we dont know their faces was VERY confusing and exhausting..
i enjoyed the cultural night the most. looking at other group doing their tasks was very tiring as i was laughing all the time non stop! most of the performances were hilarious :)
this is hussein's n ida's band!
believe it or not, nini sang too!! this group had influenced the whole floor to dance!! n believe me, the upper dining did look like a wild party :)
i was in the same group as kak fizah and our group danced Mawi n m nasir song..haha..i'm an awful dancer, so i just enjoyed myself doing weird dancing steps~~lalala
i just want to say that~guys, u've missed out a lot of fun for not coming!
while we were all waiting for the dean to arrive, at the closing ceremony on Sunday, I got a call from my father. yeay!! he said that he's going to take me home :) means that i can do my laundry at home..alhamdulillah. i felt so tired to think about all the clothes.
hehe.. my father actually brought us to the Garden festival in KL! ~WICKED~
this sculpture is unique as well as scary. the dress is made from real flowers and leaves
hmm I dont feel that i'v had a weekend at all. my body is really tired and i just got back to puncak perdana at 7.45 a.m. on monday. we've to submit the critical thinking 1st asgnment too. haha..abah said our home is not that far and I could just stay at home and travel to puncak everyday for class.. but i prefer not.
to everyone, goodluck for the Interfaculti Sports (SAF) and happy marching!! :)
Friday, July 18, 2008
Still..I'm wandering where is my passion at?
But..I have made my desicion by entering EPC.
The least thing that I can do is to do my BEST and get the best result that I can.
Gd Luck to Everyone in LG220!!
p/s: I miss Melaka so much!
By: Fatin 'Izzati